A/N:: Hey guys! So eventually I'm going to be writing Kyle's POV on this whole story. The dialog is pretty much going to be word for word, but I hope I make it interesting enough to be worth reading. :) Let me know what you think about it! :)
But of course, first, we go further into Cartman's side of the story...
I sat on the bench near the high school for over an hour. Scolding myself for wearing a thermal today, I strip off my jacket; I guess I'll have to carry it on the way home. I sighed loudly, checking my phone again. Just another few minutes. I roll my sleeve up, picking at a band aid that had nearly worn off. I shivered lightly as I remembered how delicately Kyle placed them on me.
"It's cold out here, dude. You should put that jacket on." Kenny grinned as he plopped down next to me, dropping his packed sleeping bag in the snow in front of him.
"Nah, I got too hot." I shrug. He smirks at me.
"What Kinny?" I glare down at him.
"Nothing." he pauses.
"I just bet you're hoping Kyle agrees." I look around quickly, making sure no one was close enough to hear that.
"Shut up Kinny!" I hiss with a blush. He just chuckles to himself.
"So I'm right. I knew you wouldn't beat a man half to death for something like that. Unless of course love was involved." he nearly whispered that second part. I snorted slightly.
"Really Kenny? Grow up." it didn't come out as sure as it was meant to be, and I felt my face heat up. Weird. We're quiet until Stan shows up.
"I can't believe you guys got him to agree to hang out with us." He says without looking at us. He sits down next to Kenny.
"You have no idea how long Kenny and I-"
"Two months." I cut in. What a douche bag. He pauses, looking hurt.
"Yeah. And it never went well." he warned. I rolled my eyes as I stood up and stretched. Through the crowd I saw the emo in question walking over to us. He was wearing a dark blue tight Teeshirt-which was again cut from shoulder to shoulder-under a loose fitting mesh hoodie. He again wore the studded collar, but also added sweat bands on both wrists. His dark skinny jeans lead to studded steel toe boots that looked like they had at least an inch of lift.
Kenny laughed, and I tore my eyes away from Kyle to glare at him.
"You're so full of shit an denial." he says quietly. Stan looks between us in confusion.
"Hey guys." Kyle says shyly as he walks up to us.
"Kyle. Good to see you, man." Stan smiled at him.
"Dude aren't you cold?" Kenny asked, eyeing the thin mesh hoodie. Kyle shrugs.
"A little, but I forgot my coat today."
"So off to Cartman's house, right?" Stan asks as he stands up. It was pretty weird having someone taller than me around.
"Yeah it's a bit of a walk though." I shrug before leading the way. A few minutes into the walk, Kenny and Stan start talking, dragging behind me and Kyle. My heart was pumping, and I tried to keep myself from looking at him as much as I could. He shivers next to me, and I stare at the jacket in my arms. I sigh, before holding it out to him. In my peripheral I see the startled look on his face. He hesitates before taking it from me.
"Thanks." he says suspiciously. I attempt to fight off a blush.
"Just try not to get your Jew germs all over it." I say a lot quieter than I meant to. He laughs lightly. I glance down at him, and smile at how huge the thing is on him. I feel a flutter inside me, and force myself to look away. Cannot jeopardize the mission. Even if it did kind of start to warp and crumble before my eyes, I have to stick to the plan until I figure out what it all means. Get the group together. Check. Now what? Shit, I can't think straight...
"I heard about Craig." Kyle tells me. I look down at him, sure that my face must be bright red by now. What am I suppose to say to that? I glance behind me to make sure Kenny and Stan are still far enough away.
"Really? What happened to Craig?" I decide playing innocent is my best option. I glance over at him as he rolls his emerald eyes.
"I don't know why you did it, but thanks." he says as though ignoring me. I swear to god my heart's about to pop, what the hell did he do to me?! As though by miracle, my phone started ringing. I checked the id, suddenly frowning. I turned to Kyle with a blush.
"Can you give me a minute?" I asked, gesturing toward Stan and Kenny. Kyle looked up at me in confusion.
"Uh, sure." when I had gotten far enough ahead I answered.
"I thought you said you wouldn't be all jealous and possessive." I laughed into the phone.
"I-I'm not! This is business I swear!" Keith stutters. I hear Jack laughing in the background.
"Of course it is, but you had to wrestle for the right to call me, yeah?" I teased. If it was business Jack would have called me himself.
"I.. I just... Shut up, ok? This is important." the laughter in the background grew.
"I know, I know, it's not your fault you can't resist my sexy voice." finally my insides felt normal again.
"Seriously, Eric-"
"-I am seriously." god the kids too easy to fuck with. He sputters a bit, and Jack's laughters reaching hysterical.
"Eric! What ever your saying to him's hilarious! You should see the look on his face!" I hear him yell out.
"All right, all right. What's up?" I ask with a sigh.
"Mr. Motishimo called again, so you should really call him back like now. I told him you were out of town on business."
"Alright I'll call him now. We'll talk later, alright?" I say to wrap things up.
"Yeah. Sounds good." he says before I hang up. One more call...
"Moshi-Moshi" Mr Motishimo answered.
"Sensei kon'nichiwa, watashi wa anata ga watashi to hanashitakatta rikai dekimasu ka?" I replied. I learned Japanese two years ago when I raced with a group named the yakuza. Turns out it comes in handy when dealing with a lot large company CEOs.
"Hai, Erikku, watashi wa anata ga kotoshi no kaigi de watashi no sekyuriti o rīdo shite soko ni iru koto o shinrai dekimasu ka?" he asked me.
" wa giron shite ita yō ni watashi wa kaigi de o ai shimasu." I assured him.
" wa sore o tanoshiminishiteimasu." he told me before hanging up. I rolled my eyes before letting the guys catch up to me.
"What was that?" Stan asks.
"What was what?"
"You speak Japanese?" Kenny asked.
"Oh. You could hear that, huh?" I blush lightly, hoping they didn't catch my bit with Keith.
"What conference?" Kenny asked.
"What? Why do you speak Japanese?" I scoffed down at him. He looked at me like I was crazy.
"Because I'm a Japanese princess, dude."
"Still?" I ask, he just grins up at me.
"Well it not like I've been there recently, but languages are like bicycles." Kenny shrugs.
"So what conference?" Stan asks me.
"Some big business thing in Sacramento, I've been leading this guys security team for the last two years, and he just needed to make sure I'd be there this year." I shrug.
"And what do you get out of it?" Kyle asks quietly. I looked down angrily at the Jew. Well, I was angry... Those green eyes stared at me in suspicion and disbelief.. Shit there goes my heart again.
"I uh.. I get paid. And get good connections." and also get the opportunity to steal valuable secrets from easily manipulated people...
"Right." Kyle muttered as Kenny and I lead us into the apartment complex. Stan and Kyle walked in a bit more hesitantly. I walked into my kitchen, smiling at the booze on the counter, and the note from my mom saying she'd be home late tomorrow.
"Make yourselves at home." I grin at them. Kenny immediately grabbed himself a Mickey's, and offered one to Stan.
"No, I uh, I can't stay all night, I promised Wendy I'd drop by her house on my way home tonight." Stan scratches his neck awkwardly.
"Stan, stop being such a fag about your girlfriend. I promise not to drag you to hell." I roll my eyes.
"How the hell?" he asks quietly. I chuckle lightly before walking back to my room to set up the movie, Kenny following behind me.
"Nice! Fight club!" Kenny grins at me.
Before long we're all sitting on our sleeping bags, laughing and enjoying the movie. Kenny and I have each torn through three Mickey's while Kyle and Stan are barely through with their first.
"God, fucking classic." I grin as the movie come to a close. Stan's already looking through my DVDs, and Kenny went to grab the jagermister. I looked down at the little emo sitting awkwardly at my side.
"You ok?" I ask him softly. He gets very still, not looking up at me.
"Kahl?" I say a little louder.
"I don't think I should be drinking." he's so goddamn quiet that I lean my ear down a little.
"Relax, ok? No pressure." I speak quietly due to our close proximity. He laughs lightly, and find myself wishing I could have seen it.
Kenny returns with the jagermister and quite a few shot glasses.
"Ok. Drinking game!" he announces. We all turn our attention to him.
"we line up all our shots, last person to finish has to answer one question about the four years since we've been together, and gets disqualified from the next round." he explains in a slur as he lines them up on four separate books.
"I don't know man..." Stan objected. Kenny scoffed.
"Come on dude, you can't tell me that your not a little curious about all that." He points at the ceiling. We all look up at my poster, and I can feel a light blush on my cheeks.
"Huh." Stan hums quizzically.
"I'm in." Kyle agrees. I glance over at him, blushing as I watch him read.
"Alright." I sigh, but move into the circle. We all sit in front of one of the books, and wait for Kenny to give the signal. He lifts his finger and we begin. I grin as I realize I finished first. Kenny was right behind me, and Kyle behind Kenny. Stan flicked us off as he takes down his fourth.
"One more Stan, you can do it!" Kenny laughs. Stan finishes off his row with a cringe.
"Alright! Fine, what do you want to know?" Kenny grinned.
"Did you and Bebe fuck last year?" he asked without hesitating. Stan looked mortified.
"What? Come on, you two don't want to ask that, right?" he pleads.
"I don't really care." I shrug.
"Kyle?" Stan turns to him. I see the hesitance cross his face.
"It's not a big deal, dude. I mean no one you hang out with talks to any of us anyways." the emo shrugs. Stan sighs.
"Fine, yea, ok. But Wendy and I broke up two months before that. I had no idea we'd get back together." he justifies.
"Relax dude, I just know now that I can stop calling Bebe a liar." Kenny grins before pouring the three of us a new line of shots. He raises his finger again and again I finish first, Kyle a split second behind me.
"Ok, ask away." Kenny raises his hands after finishing his last shot. Kyle looks up at me, but I just shrug.
"Are you and Craig together?" Kyle asks shyly. Kenny blushes, and Stan looks shocked.
"Not in any official sense." he replies awkwardly, filling Kyle and my shot glasses.
"Well... Sorry, then. I didn't know." Kyle blushes a little. Stan looks between the three of us awkwardly. Kyle looks over at me with his determined emeralds.
"Ready fat ass?" he asks as he sets his hand by his first shot glass.
"Ready Jew." I grin back. Kenny raises his arm and we both start taking them down.